Chapter 27

There was only one thing—whose dick went in whose asshole?

I’m sure you’d already guessed that fucking still hadn’t entered our repertoire. I’m not sure how he and I hadn’t had this discussion when we were just friends, but the fact of the matter was, we were both total bottoms. Oops.

For the sake of our relationship, though, we each decided to give topping the old college try. Here’s how it went…

“Ow! You’re sitting on it too hard.”

“Hold on, it’s getting soft.”

“I’m in…what do I do now?”

“I’m tired of thrusting. Can you just jerk me off by hand?”

And so on.

We were in the cafeteria one Sunday morning, after our latest failed foray into anal sex. It had been a rather…deflatingexperience, and Scott was looking particularly desultory.

“Y’okay, dude?” I asked, shoveling around the remains of some rubbery scrambled egg.

He nodded, his eyes down. “Are you disappointed that I can’t fuck you, Theo?” he whispered to his plate.